Page 13 of Cut of the Dark Elf's Blade
Overheated, I sit up and jerk my shattered top from my torso. I kick my shorts free of my legs. Then I lean back and close my eyes, my fingers falling between my legs.
“Are you turned on by me?” the man in my mind asks. I shake my head, my lips pressing together as my fingers drift over my clit and I imagine they are his. He tsks as I gasp, his fingers sliding between my lips and collecting my arousal on one digit before lifting it for me to see. “Little liar.”
The way he says it, just like before, is almost tinged with endearment. It’s like he wants to catch me in a lie. Like he wants to punish me.
My pussy pulses at the idea of it.
“Your pussy weeps for me, but you deny me the right to her.” He leans in, his breath coasting over my fevered skin. “Why?”
My heart is pounding as I stare into his dark eyes, and this time, he doesn’t push me to answer. This time, he sees my body is pulsing with need so much that he gives in.
My fingers swiping over my clit should be a poor substitution for his tongue, but my imagination is working over time. The sensation pulls out a deep moan from me, my back bowing off the bed.
His chuckle vibrates up through my body as he flicks against my clit over and over. His hand slides up my thigh, coming up between my legs and teasing at my entrance. “If you want to lie to me,” he rumbles. “Then fine. But this sweet pussy won’t.”
He plunges one finger in, and I buck up off my bed, losing myself in the fantasy. Fuck, I wish he would actually barge in here right now. I’d give anything to make this real, with his mouth on my clit and his fingers pulsing deep within me.
“That’s it,” he coos. “Show me just how much you love being afraid of me.” He scissors his fingers, stretching me so that he can add another and I groan, so full and so close to my climax. “Show me how much you love being flayed open by a man you just met.”
My free hand comes up to pinch my nipple, rolling it between two fingers as I ride my hand, thinking only of his face the entire time. And just when I hit my peak, I hear his voice, low and deep in my ear just like earlier.
“Come for me.”
Stars burst across my vision as I continue to rock against my palm, and I chase a high I didn’t even know was achievable. A deep guttural moan tears through my throat, aching as it escapes me. I knead and pull at my nipple, hard enough that the pain registers before turning to pleasure. That mixed with the reminder of his voice catapults me into another world.
I suck in deep breaths as I slowly ease my fingers out of me, trying to calm my body. I can’t believe what’s come over me, and for a while, I stare up at the ceiling, trying to piece together the events of the night.
But no matter what I do, none of it makes sense. And even worse?
I don’t want to take any of it back.
7
LUOCRE
Asmirk hitches up the corner of my lips as Neveah’s lithe little body disappears around the corner, a dark laugh escaping me as her hurried footsteps echo through the hall. I sheathe my knife at my hip once again, stepping toward the exit to the kitchen until I catch myself.
“No, not yet,” I purr. “Not tonight.”
I want nothing more than to follow her, to chase her down and show her exactly how useless it is to try and run from me. She’d find herself beneath me, helpless, panting, writhing for my attention.
But not tonight.
Our little game has only just begun, and her fear is nearly as sweet as the reward that awaits her once she gives in to me.
Instead, I turn to the back door, stepping out of the kitchen and into the cool night air, relishing the way it brushes over my skin and fills my lungs. Insects buzz incessantly, filling the air with a near-deafening sound and drowning out all other noise.
I slip silently along the side of the manor, melding into the shadows around me. She may think she’s escaped me, but it’s far from the truth. I know everything about her. She’ll find that out soon enough. She can’t hide from me.
The windows of the manor reflect the dim moonlight, glittering softly as I move past them, my eyes roving over them as I search for the one that will let me see her, see my prize and bask in her fear.
A flicker of movement catches my eye, halting my search, and another dark smile spreads across my lips.
“There she is,” I breathe.
The pale curtains hang limply along either side of her window, partially obscuring my view of her room. They flutter with the force of how she slams the door, and her shaking hands fumble at the lock as she struggles to latch it. As if it could keep me out.
I stick to my shadows, sliding around the thick base of a tree. My cock twitches as she turns toward the window, her back pressed tightly against the door as though to hold it shut, to keep out the terror and excitement waiting for her just outside the door.